I Went Back to Ohio, and My Election Fraud Evidence Was Gone

I lived in Ohio for the first forty-five years of my life. By the time I escaped in late 2003, the state government had become a bastion of insane, frothing-at-the-mouth, far right wing, all-taxes-are-evil, religious fundamentalist fucknuttery. That being true, reading accounts of the election tampering that resulted in Ohio’s electoral votes going to Bush in 2004, though endlessly disheartening, came as no great surprise.